My life is such a failure,
My voice is never heard,
My art is my own treasure,
My mindset is weird,
My journey is closed in,
My destiny's a shade,
I'm fighting demons within,
My joy was never made,
My heart wanders lonely,
My ink's about to dry,
My pockets got no money,
And Lord I don't know why,
My heart is full of love
That no one will receive.
My mind is full of success
I will never achieve.
My books are never read,
My poems are not rated,
And yes it drives me mad
That my work's underrated.
My story is a bore
You won't like listening to,
Pass the whiskey pass the gin;
Pass me the cocaine too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem